Sorry! Exam week! Will try to keep to one update a week or maybe two depending, but I apologize! Thanks for the kind reviews, keep them coming!

Rachel walked into school the next day, hoping to see Quinn straight away. She walked down the hallway and straight to her locker but she wasn't there. She doubted she would be in the choir room but she checked anyway. She was almost about to give up and go straight to her house when she found Finn and Puck walking down the hallway, both in their football gear.

"Finn!" She called him and Finn spun around, a goofy smile appearing. She used to feel a flutter in her stomach from that smile, but it was gone.

"Hi Rach." He murmured excitedly, she saw Puck roll his eyes but she ignored him.

"Have you seen Quinn?" She asked and Finn frowned, confused.

"Quinn?"

"Yes Quinn, have you seen her?"

"Cheerios." Puck muttered and Rachel gave him a nod before heading down the hallway and to the football pitch. As she walked out, the sun already threatening to hide behind some clouds and bring some rain, she noticed Quinn being flung to the top of the cheerleading pyramid. She was always somewhat fascinated with how cheerleading worked, even though she didn't consider it a sport. It was just dancing but with pom poms, she thought. As she climbed the bleachers she saw Quinn's eyes flicker to hers and then she saw her quiver, sending her falling and into some jock cheerleader Rachel had never met arms. Everyone had turned to look at Quinn while she made her way back to her feet, Coach Slyvester coming round to shout at her. Rachel felt something pang in her. After last night she didn't want to see Quinn shouted at by anyone anymore.

Coach Slyvester dismissed the team and Quinn's eyes flickered to Rachel's as she made her way back to the changing rooms, they almost looked scared and then she hurried away. Rachel headed down the bleachers quickly and called her name. Quinn stood at the door that led back into the Gym, Brittany and Santana standing beside her. Santana let out a snicker and Quinn snapped to look at her. She watched Quinn take a deep sigh and wave them away with her hand as she walked towards Rachel. Rachel watched as Brittany retreated, clearly disinterested and Santana was a lot more suspicious, her eyes narrowed in thought until Brittany tugged her along.

"What are you doing?" Quinn hissed, feeling stupid for falling just because one little look Rachel's quite short skirt. She shook her head to rid the thought and kept her eyes on Rachel.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Quinn sighed. Don't get involved Rachel.

"I'm fine, and I'm supposed to be because nothing happened, am I right?" Quinn said sternly. Rachel nodded, helpless under Quinn's intense stare.

"We still have to work on our assignment." Quinn pursed her lips, she was right. She didn't want to lose appearances by not working on this assignment with her.

"Auditorium after school." Quinn muttered before walking off.

Quinn watched Rachel across the room, watching as she rubbed her temple as she tried to work out the equation in front of her. Quinn had already finished; waiting for the bell to ring so she can finally stop staring at her. Quinn did find it exciting that Rachel was the only one that knew her secret, well one of her secrets, and that Rachel might be the one to come and save her, but she knew this was never going to happen. She was scared too. Quinn turned back to look at the teacher, raising her hand to answer the question, and she did so correctly. When the bell rung she found Puck staring at her, she had never had such an intense glare before. She frowned, crossing the hallway to get to her locker and out of his gaze. She wasn't too glad about having Glee. She sat up the back with Brittany, trying to concentrate but not really. Rachel was talking to Finn and Finn almost looked like he was going to explode. Finn amused Quinn now. He was clueless, and yet she felt stupid for playing him. When Glee finally ended and Quinn made her way to her locker, Finn caught her. He was shaking, literally. His hands were his vibrating.

"Finn?" She asked him. He didn't meet her eyes.

"I cheated." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry?"

"I had sex with someone." Quinn flinched, and looked around for Rachel, wondering if she was watching the conversation. "Not Rachel." Quinn's eyes turned back to his and she didn't know what to do. She felt a bit betrayed, but she was doing the same. She loved someone else and was glad that it wasn't Rachel, but she didn't know what to do.

"Don't speak to me again." Quinn said, someone managing to make her voice raspy.
"Wait, Quinn, please, I'm so sorry." He said to her as she turned her back and made her way to the auditorium, ignoring going to her locker just in case Finn had decided to try meet her there. Surprisingly enough Rachel wasn't there, so Quinn sat down at the piano and ran her fingers over the keys. She looked down at her hands, her knuckles red from previous incidents. Quinn started to play and then Rachel came in, she almost stormed in.

"You all right?" Quinn murmured, turning on the seat to watch her. She just huffed.

"Fine." She snapped and then she realized what she had just done and turned to her. "Sorry." Quinn shook her head and turned back to the piano.

"So what song do you want to do?" Quinn murmured, pressing down on a G chord.

"Something with piano." Quinn let out a laugh.

"No thank you." She murmured and Rachel nodded, sitting down beside her.

"Quinn you're very talented, I think we should show that."

"And since when have you decided that this was about me now?" Quinn muttered, watching as Rachel pressed a few hesitant notes on the piano. Rachel shrugged and turned to look at her.

"I think you're misunderstood and… I think that maybe you should show people that you're not like what you're portraying."

"What I'm portraying?" Quinn snorted.

"Quinn, you don't really hate me do you?" She asked and Quinn stuttered for a long moment before pursing her lips and looking away angrily. "See? And I know you're under a lot of stress at the moment."

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked, her voice moving up an octave and whipped her head around to look at Rachel who was now regretting her words.

"I didn't mean it like that." Quinn got up from the piano, collecting her books and suddenly got very angry.

"You don't know anything Rachel, anything. Yesterday happened because you're so bloody nosy and there are reasons why…" Quinn hesitated, swallowing. "There are reasons why things like that happen in my house, so you need to stop judging me, you need to stop trying to figure me out, because there is nothing to find that you can't already see." Rachel got up too, standing straight in front of her.

"You need to stop being a bitch." Quinn's mouth opened in a small O and she almost slapped her if it weren't for the books she was holding. "You need to stop rationalizing why your father abuses you!"

"Don't you dare!" Quinn shouted, walking back and away from her but Rachel grabbed her arm, holding her in place.
"You need to stop thinking that you deserve it, you need to stop pushing people away because they care, you need to stop being this, because it isn't you!" Rachel shouted right back and Quinn flinched back.

"Who am I then Rachel?" Quinn asked, the tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. Rachel was already crying.

"I..."

"Come on, you've basically told me my whole life story, tell me." Quinn said angrily, putting her books back down on the piano. "Who am I?" Quinn pushed Rachel so that she was pressed back against the piano. "You asked for it." Quinn muttered before she moved her hands to her cheeks and kissed her. Quinn felt Rachel freeze, so she pressed their lips together for another moment before pulling back. Rachel's eyes were wide and watching. Quinn picked up her books and left without another word. When she got to her car, she couldn't help but cry, but pulled out and headed straight home. Her father or mother wasn't home so she went straight to bed.

Rachel didn't really understand what had happened. She didn't sleep thinking about it and as she drove to school she still couldn't figure out what Quinn had did. Quinn couldn't like her like that could she? She was President of the Celibacy Club, she was Captain of the Cheerios, and she went to Church! Then it dawned on Rachel. Quinn was just so alone. She was fighting so many things that she couldn't deal with it… so she struck out? She had a lot of questions. She got out of her car and did the same thing she did the other day, look for Quinn, but she was nowhere to be seen. Cheerios wasn't on because it was raining, she wasn't in her usual spots and when she went to AP English Quinn wasn't there. She wasn't in any of her other classes and she wasn't in glee. They were meant to be performing today, but since Quinn wasn't here they couldn't do it.

She leaned across to ask where Quinn was but Finn just shrugged and then proceeded to ask her out to go bowling. Rachel declined. Bowling? Rachel pulled out her phone and sent her a text. No reply. She waited ten minutes. No reply. She called her but it went straight to voice mail. Had something happened to her? As soon as Glee finished she rushed to the parking lot and drove straight to Quinn's place, making sure that no one was home before entering through the back door. She headed up into Quinn's room. She knocked and there was no answer so she entered. Quinn's figure was easy to make out in her bed so Rachel shut the door and locked it just in case. She walked around the bed and she was asleep, a book in her hands. She took it, carefully trying not to wake her and looked at the title. The Great Gatsby? That definitely surprised Rachel. Quinn was just a ball full of surprises. She sat down on the bed and she watched as Quinn stirred, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her soft green eyes. She shifted, and turned, squinting a little and then her eyes widened as she realized who it was.

"Rachel?" She murmured, rubbing one of her eyes.

"Hello Quinn." Quinn sat up, revealing that she was only just in a tank and panties. Rachel admired Quinn's figure, the toned stomach revealing through her tank and her blonde hair falling perfectly down the side of face.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, bringing Rachel's gaze back to her face.

"I came to see if you're okay."

"I'm sick, I'm fine." She muttered.

"Quinn, about the other day."

"Nothing happened." Quinn mumbled, curling back under the sheets and laying back down on the pillow again.

"You kissed me." Rachel murmured and she watched as Quinn froze. "I can't pretend that didn't happen."

"Uh-huh." Quinn murmured, sounding more awake.

"Quinn, I know since you're dealing with a lot of things that you needed to… strike out." Rachel watched as Quinn sat up, her eyes wide and they almost look hurt.

"Strike out?"

"I heard about your break up with Finn, and you know with cheerleading I just thought you know that kiss was just your anger or-"

"I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you Rachel, not because I struck out, struck out? Really? I would have slapped you if that were the case and I was nearly about to yesterday."

"Why did you kiss me then?" Rachel murmured. "Are… are you a lesbian?" Quinn raised an eyebrow. "You know, I'm very open about sexuality and if you need any pamphlets, I have hundreds at home. My Dad's are on PFLAG and-"

"I don't know!" Quinn shouted and Rachel froze. Quinn looked at Rachel, tears in her eyes. "It's just you, Rachel. You for some reason I don't know you just make me ugh!" Quinn got up, wiping at the angry tears that fell and paced. "And I've never… never felt like this I just I don't know what to do." She continued as she paced, biting her lip. "I'm not supposed to feel like this."

"Who said that?" Rachel murmured quietly. Quinn pointed and Rachel followed. Hanging just above her door was a cross. Rachel turned to look at Quinn who was now sitting by her window, the tears flowing.

Rachel got up, moving to sit beside her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Rachel asked quietly.

"I was more scared to admit it to myself than to you." She whispered.

"Can I ask you something?" Rachel whispered.

"Sure, why not?" Quinn muttered.

"Can you kiss me again?" Rachel asked and Quinn turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised. Before Rachel could say anything else, Quinn moved her hand to Rachel's neck and kissed her. The only other person Rachel had kissed was Finn, and his kiss seemed sloppy compared to Quinn's soft, determined lips. Rachel couldn't help but kiss back, tasting cherry chapstick and almost laughed out loud from the reference. She felt Quinn's tongue flick over her bottom lip, making her shiver and opened her mouth just slightly to allow her access. She felt Quinn's hot tongue enter, brushing against her own tongue. Suddenly there was a large thump and Quinn froze, pushing Rachel back. She grabbed her wrist and tugged her under the bed as Quinn leaped across the room to unlock the door and slip into bed. As soon as she threw the sheet over her the door opened.

"Quinnie?" It was her mother.

"Mm…?" Quinn rasped. She looked over her shoulder as Judy came across the room.

"Brittany's on the phone, she's asking for a sleepover." She gave the phone to Quinn and smiled, walking out of her room. Quinn let out a sigh and sat up, watching as Rachel made her way out of from under her bed and sat beside her.

"Brittany?"

"That make-out was hot." Brittany murmured and Quinn leaped to her window looking out. Quinn had forgotten that her house was directly behind Brittany's house and she groaned.

"Don't you dare tell anyone!" Quinn hissed and Brittany giggled.

"Sanny said that we should cover for you, so you can go have lady kisses with Rachie tonight." Brittany murmured into the phone and then she heard a angry Santana in the background hissing, "Don't tell her it was my idea!" Quinn bit her lip and almost felt like crying.

"I can't believe she likes manhands anyway." Santana muttered.

"I can hear her." Rachel muttered and Quinn flinched, realizing Rachel was listening in. "But we need to talk." Rachel murmured and Quinn nodded.

"Say you're having a sleepover with me, Sanny will cover as mummy if Ms Judy calls, she's always good at impersonating her."

"Yeah because her mum is such a –" Santana almost finished before Brittany came in.

"Yes! See you soon! Not really!" Britt giggled and hung up. She turned to look at Rachel who was smiling sadly.

"What?" Quinn murmured.

"You have really good friends."

"They're only good friends when they realize you might be a lesbian when they're closet fuck bunnies, so really good friends is pushing it." Quinn muttered as she started to pack her stuff. Then she looked over at Rachel. "Are you okay by this? I mean… that kiss was you know and I don't really know how you feel."

"I don't know how I feel right now, but after a talk I'll know." She murmured and Quinn nodded.

Quinn walked out the front, saying she was going to Britt's as Rachel sneaked out the front. Quinn walked to Brittany's just in case and thanked her before walking to Rachel's car. When she got in Rachel was listening to classical music.

"Really?" Quinn asked, noticing that the tracks she were playing were only piano.

"What? The piano is a beautiful instrument Quinn, I'm quite jealous that you can play well."

"Jealous? Your instrument is your voice, and that's as beautiful as anything." Quinn murmured before she realized what she had just said. She froze and turned to look at her. Too far? Rachel just beamed.

"Can you play me something tonight? Maybe we can put on a performance for my fathers?" She asked.

"Oh god I'm going to have to meet your fathers." Quinn whimpered. "Turn around, take me home."

"Wait what?" Rachel whispered, watching as Quinn panicked.

"Your fathers hate me."

"Why…?"

"My father." Quinn murmured.

"Quinn, they don't hate you." Rachel murmured as she rolled her eyes, pulling into the driveway.

"You won't tell them… what happened will you?" Quinn asked desperately.

"I think we should talk to them, Quinn. They'll help, I promise." Rachel murmured, putting her hand over Quinn's that was resting on her lap. Quinn just nodded, not really focusing on what she was saying and on her hand. Rachel got out, fiddling with her keys and opened the door, stepping through and called for her fathers. The first thing she saw was a small framed picture on the wall, a young girl who she presumed was Rachel held a microphone and looked like she was singing.

"Little Miss Daisy." Rachel beamed and Quinn nodded. As they turned the corner, both of the Berry men were sitting at a small table, both reading by the looks of it. Quinn had never met them before, she didn't know who were who so she just waited.

"Daddy's!" Rachel murmured excitedly and they both looked up at the same time.

'Rachel oh and… Quinn Fabray?" One of them, the darker of the two men asked.

"Yes sir." He laughed and shook his head, holding out his hand.

"Yes sir? Oh dear, please call me David" Quinn shook his hand and he gestured to Leroy. "And this is Leroy." She shook his hand, it was a firmer handshake than Davids.

"Can she stay the night? We've got to work on our Glee assignment." David looked at Leroy. There was something in their eyes that said something but Quinn didn't know what.

"Sure!" David beamed and took Quinn's bag. "Let me take that, go sing your hearts out girls!" Rachel grabbed Quinn's wrist and pulled her down into the basement. It had a small bar, lounge and a stage set up with a piano in the corner.

"Let's actually perform a song we should have played for Glee for them."

"Really?" Quinn muttered, moving to sit on the piano stool.

"Quinn, come on." Quinn sighed and swirled on the stool. "Play me something." Quinn looked over her shoulder and Rachel was sitting down on the stage, her legs folded in her lap, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked so… at ease.

"Rachel…"

"For me." Quinn swallowed and turned, running her fingers over the keys. Then she played and Quinn had never played so passionately before. She knew Rachel wouldn't know the song, so she played it to her. She wanted her to listen to each of the keys she struck.

"Beethoven's Piano Sonata #14 in C sharp." She heard and stopped playing. Leroy came down the stairs; his hand in his pockets and Quinn raised an eyebrow. Was he challenging her?

"You're correct." Quinn murmured.

"I know I am." He murmured and sat down on one of the chairs facing the stage. He was exactly like Rachel, but a very... male version. "But what thing I'm not sure about is why you're here."

"Daddy." Rachel protested.

"It's okay Rachel, I think he has a right." Quinn murmured, vividly remembering when Leroy came over to her house one day asking why Quinn was bullying Rachel.

"Because one day you're insulting her with slushies, and today you're sitting here playing Beethoven, I really don't understand."

"She can't tell you." Rachel blurted and Leroy rolled his eyes. He looked at Quinn and she was biting her lip.

"Quinn?" He asked, leaning forward on his knees and spoke a bit softer.

"Mr. Berry. I can't tell you because I can't admit to it, but please trust me I have no intentions to hurt your daughter… again" She murmured quietly.

"Okay then… but sing about it." He murmured, sitting down beside Rachel on the stage.

"I'm sorry?"

"Use your voice Quinn, it's must easier than using your words." Leroy murmured as Rachel snuggled against his side. Quinn nodded, turning away from them and ran her fingers over the keys. She let out a soft sigh and started to play. She had always imagined playing this song to Rachel, but now she was scared. Ever so scared. The piano intro didn't last too long and then she started to sing.

You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day, lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it's taking me so long to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want

I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling every word, I've imagined it all,
You'll never know if you never try to forgive your past
And simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk them miles
Until the end starts

Rachel watched as Quinn played, really listening to the lyrics. She could feel the heart behind every single word and she felt her breath hitch. She watched as Quinn's small frame, moved her fingers across the piano. Her hands were shaking as she played and she knew Quinn was nervous, nervous as hell and so was Rachel. She didn't really know what to say to her father, she really wanted to know what he was thinking, because the only expression on his face was blank. When she finished he started clapping and Rachel joined in, keeping her eyes on his face.

"Does your father know?" He asked softly and Rachel turned to look at Quinn, tears in her eyes.

"No." He got up, moved across to her and hugged her. Rachel watched as Quinn broke, the tears starting to flow as he held her. She smiled a little, knowing that maybe she might be able to help her, help her get better and maybe help herself.

Eh crap ending, sorry, I just wanted it out. Also the song Quinn sung was One and Only by Adele.

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